Help Stalker I'm scared like really really scared?
There's this creeper and he stares at me texted random porn with my name on it took a picture of my moms car and he rides my bus so he knows where I live and he's so creepy I had wrote. A whole thing but my iPod crashed I can't feel safe or confident anymore the way he stares at me and looks me up and down I told my mom and my teacher in the class I have with him he paints his nails black and is obsessed with Ozzy Osborn and he tells people he did me in the back of his truck he doesn't even have one no one belives him because hes retarded but not enough to be in a special class I'm so scared I can't feel pretty anymore and I just want to cry sometimes I can't sleep because Im afraid he's outside my house and will break in and hurt me and he can't talk at all he sounds like a person with a hole in his throat and he's big for his age and his whole familly is retarded and he thinks he's blac and people laugh when he talks all the time he can't even read the teacher can't write him up because he's retarded I'm just scared like really scared my mom thinks it just. a crush and I just want to cry and he just stares at me and I act like he doesn't exist but he scares me and he acts like he's In charge of me and tells me to pay attention girl or get your *** I there or I'll talk to you when ever I dam well please I'm scared really scared right now. I need to know what to do
My little sister gets bullied. How do I help her?
When I was in middle school, I was bullied on the school bus very horribly. People would take off my shoes and throw them out the window. I got to walk home in bare feet, in an area where goatheads were prevalent. A boy once spat in my hair on the bus.When my older sister and her friend found out, they got in their cars and approached each one of the bullies when they were walking home by themselves and threatened them to within an inch of their lives if they ever said boo to me. No one ever bothered me after that.But, that was 40 years ago, and that probably wouldn’t work today.I’m still in favor of taking somebody out and beating the crap out of them.
How do I masturbate on a moving bus ? Help Me, please ?
Hello, This is not an essay, so please read through it all ! I have to commute to work by using local transport, i.e, a bus. I mount the bus at 9:15 am precisely. Now, I am generally horny throughout the day, which negatively affects my productivity at work. I work overtime, returning home at 11 pm and being a late riser, wake up at 8:30 am, get ready by 9:10 am and then I mount the bus. I thus, dont get time to masturbate. Sleep is important to me, due to my cramped schedule and I have to work overtime because of so many negative and vulgar thoughts constantly floating around in my brain. So, I figured if I masturbated on the bus, I wouldn't feel horny during the rest of the day, hence employing all my productivity into the job at hand, and hence wouldn't have to work overtime. Keep in mind that 9 in the morning is the rush hour, and there are so many damn people with me on the bus, and I thought that if they notice me beating it off, I might kinda ruin their mood or something. Also, the bus conductor is openly homosexual and I might end up being detained by him in the driver's seat and being experimented upon, which I DEFINITELY don't want. So, I need to pull this off without being seen. Suggest me ( keeping in mind the population of the bus ) :- 1) Where do I stand OR sit, near the front part or the back of the bus ? 2) The hand motion might attract some people's attention, and some maybe confused about my one hand in my trousers ( Please take note: I NEED TO PULL THIS OFF WITHOUT BEING SEEN ! 3) Assuming that I get through these two steps, here the main question arises :- WHAT DO I DO WITH MY C.U.M ?? Surely you don't expect me to wear a sperm soaked underwear for nearly 14 hours of rigorous technical work, do you now ? I mean that would be quite absurd, it would be like having a hyperactive jellyfish in my pants. So, I was thinking I would keep my hand in my underwear when I ejaculate and wipe it off somewhere, say to someone's bag or something without him or her noticing it. ( If the person notices it, I would reach office with a broken nose and a shoe in my ***. ) So, what do I do with my load ?? Thank you for your time, folks ! Regards, Alan J. Fisher
Did you ever tell your crush you liked him/her? How did you tell him/her?
Thanks for A2A.Last night, I was talking to my friend. And here is how conversation went :Me : I don't know, but currently I'm watching cricket and it's really entertaining.She : I watch cricket too.Me : Are you supporting RCB?She : yes!Me : let me send you a proposal for marriage.She : hurry!Me : At present, mummy is sleeping. I'll talk to her in the morning.She : okay inform me before you come. I'll get ready.Me : what will you wear? Western or saree?She : you say. What should I wear?Me : mummy is little traditional, so I'll prefer saree.She : okay done. RCB won.Me : Years from now, I'll tell my children that this is how I met your mother.She : what will you say?Me : I don't know if RCB won trophy or not. But RCB brought me to your mom.She : Great.By this way, you can express your feeling and even she won't know. As passenger said:“I'd love to feel love but I can't stand the rejectionI hide behind my jokes as a form of protection.”PS : she is one of my closest friends or should I say crush. Both are same.:D
What should I do if I missed the bus and my mom won't take me in?
I had this problem with my first grade daughter. She kept missing the bus for no good reason. I told her if she missed again and I had to drive her she had to pay me $1 up front to cover the cost of my gas. She had very little money and she hoarded it like Scrooge. She is good for a few days and gets on the bus but of course one day she says “Dad I missed the bus and you have to drive me”. I said she would have to pay me that dollar up front before I would take her. She loved school and was highly motivated to go but was outraged that I would charge her $1.She reluctantly paid but she said I would be in “big trouble when Mom got home!”. At the end of the day she gets off the bus and she is still steaming mad at me for this great injustice. Now remember she is only about 6 years old but she is an only child and in her little mind she thinks she is the boss and equal to any adult because we typically reasoned with her instead of falling back on the old “because I said so”.She demands her dollar back. I say no. That dollar is gone but I tell her she can earn a dollar back if she does something nice for her Mom like emptying the dishwasher. “Fine”. She storms off and empties the dishwasher and comes to me for payment. I reach into my wallet to hand her a buck and she says, “No Dad, I want the same dollar I gave you!”. I went back into my wallet and pretended I knew which dollar it was and I gave it to her.She never missed the bus again and last weekend that strong willed bossy little girl graduated from the University of Michigan with honors.
Is it wise to load the roof rack of an empty minibus too heavily?
Hello Aiman, it will not be advisable to load heavily the empty mini bus. Because the center of gravity will go to higher level which is not good. There would be more possibility of toppling of the bus.
What is it like to be a school bus driver.?
I just got hired by a school bus company and was wondering if anyone might have some insight as to what the job will be like on a day to day basis. I live in philadelphia.
What are similies, metaphores, because i need help understanding the figurative meaning of this poem?
Two Lorries by Seamus Heaney It's raining on black coal and warm wet ashes. There are tyre-marks in the yard, Agnew's old lorry Has all its cribs down and Agnew the coalman With his Belfast accent's sweet-talking my mother. Would she ever go to a film in Magherafelt? But it's raining and he still has half the load To deliver farther on. This time the lode Our coal came from was silk-black, so the ashes Will be the silkiest white. The Magherafelt (Via Toomebridge) bus goes by. The half-stripped lorry With its emptied, folded coal-bags moves my mother: The tasty ways of a leather-aproned coalman! And films no less! The conceit of a coalman... She goes back in and gets out the black lead And emery paper, this nineteen-forties mother, All business round her stove, half-wiping ashes With a backhand from her cheek as the bolted lorry Gets revved and turned and heads for Magherafelt And the last delivery. Oh, Magherafelt! Oh, dream of red plush and a city coalman As time fastforwards and a different lorry Groans into shot, up Broad Street, with a payload That will blow the bus station to dust and ashes... After that happened, I'd a vision of my mother, A revenant on the bench where I would meet her In that cold-floored waiting room in Magherafelt, Her shopping bags full up with shovelled ashes. Death walked out past her like a dust-faced coalman Refolding body-bags, plying his load Empty upon empty, in a flurry Of motes and engine-revs, but which lorry Was it now? Young Agnew's or that other, Heavier, deadlier one, set to explode In a time beyond her time in Magherafelt... So tally bags and sweet-talk darkness, coalman, Listen to the rain spit in new ashes As you heft a load of dust that was Magherafelt, Then reappear from your lorry as my mother's Dreamboat coalman filmed in silk-white ashes